Today is Holy Saturday (reliable sources tell me. Apparently there is a kerfuffle as to when Holy Saturday and when Easter Saturday are) the day in between Good Friday and Easter Sunday.
The day after Jesus was killed, but before he was resurrected.
The day after (some) altars are stripped and before churches ring with alleluias.
I really like this in between time. Usually I get very angry when people talk about the cross without the resurrection. A view of God’s purposes that is so narrow it can only work by considering what happened specifically at the time of Jesus’ death is surely missing the point. It is his incarnation. life, death and resurrection which holds the answers. But Easter is the one time I don’t get angry about this. At Easter I enjoy it being slow, and working it through. I enjoy this time between the two points I usually fight to hold together.
I enjoy it from a position of hindsight. I enjoy it from a position of certainty that the resurrection comes tomorrow, unlike the original disciples for whom the experience must have been a very different experience.
I enjoy the waiting, acknowledging the trauma of what has been left behind and waiting for the hope and new life to come, being reminded that sometimes life doesn’t have easy answers and sometimes arduous waits are necessary.
I like that we don’t rush from one to another, but allow time for reflection. What did yesterday mean, why do I look forward to tomorrow.
I will enjoy tomorrow too, Alleluias will abound, the Risen Christ will be proclaimed, but I will be glad of today as well